On this faithful Sunday morning, I received a call to rush down to the hospital that she was up from coma and she requested to see everyone. I was so excited, bashed in dad's room to break the news, picked up the car key to drive to UCH to see my mum. Then, we called the hospital again, and was told she was gone. *wheeew* *like flash light* *nollywood or dream*
I was still trying to figure out if it was a dream or not then people started rushing in with condolence messages and rolling on the floor. *is this true?* *my own mother o*
It was hard to comprehend as it's still a dream till this moment. But as from that time, I knew the other side of life. I became brave, I became strong, I learnt to deal with life challenges irrespective of what life threw at me. I promised her to always make her proud and in achieving this promise, I am STRONG and FULL OF COURAGE.
I therefore lean on the Almighty God to direct my path and make me a formidable force. A mountain that can't be shaken, a tree that it's root can't be tampered with.
I count it all joy today as I look at your picture with great conviction that " If we live, we live for the Lord and if we die, we die for the Lord. So whether we live or die, we belong to Lord. Romans 14:8". As you can see from heaven, your baby boy*obi alaka* is soaring high in the direction of God's plan for him. Rest well mama Do Good. 4 years.